| 'Tis love that is lost
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| My heart lie bleeding
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| One last time I caress her flesh
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| On this cold and wet September
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| Morning
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| 'Tis beauty that has vanished
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| It’s soft light growing dim
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| Without it life is only living
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| And death is but the end
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| The song of the swans is all I hear
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| I’m lit by the light of morning I shall
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| Never love again
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| Never place faith in the pleasures of life again
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| Never turning back
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| Life’s wonder has abandoned me now
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| She said, «I'll be with you till the end»
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| Then her life was cast away from me
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| Right then
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| Now all I have is morning
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| So I’ll bathe in the sunlight…
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| Alone I’m left to face the night
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| A drama of nightmare bliss
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| Captive of it’s scaly arms
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| And whore to it’s lustful kiss
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| Alone I am in twilight
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| Of Autumns cold December warning
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| By beauty entombed, my love lie cold
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| Now I wait for morning
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| The tension of Night’s grasp
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| I can’t breath, I feel I’m trapped
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| Without you I’m left as prey
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| To Night’s dark, grim serenade
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| I pause and cool my head
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| I know that memories lie ahead
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| Filled with passion and tragedy
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| Oh please, morning rescue me
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| Where to now?
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| Alone with the sunlight of dawns magnificence
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| Conception of a new day
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| I can breath once more
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| Shower me with life, and lash me with love
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| No longer am I captive
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| To Night’s darkened plays
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| Or the moon’s shadowed glaze |